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animehideout · 4 months

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Quick question, may I request? If not, just ignore this<3

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I already mentioned this in my latest post but anyway, I did an optional homework and got the best grade and in the beginning I felt lowly about my work but after getting the grade I felt so much better about it and myself too.

The problem is that lately I started to get into writing again but can't find the time suddenly. Aaaaand I wanted to kind of celebrate this (I mean that the teacher seemed to like my poem) even tho it isn't a big deal but feels like it and oh God I feel like a lil child :')

Sooo may I request a Magumi x reader fluff, where the reader and Megumi are just chilling together when the reader get a notification saying she got a good grade and they get so emotional that they try to hold back tears, but Megumi senses the sudden change and ask if they are alright? The reader trying the brush it off that "Oh it's nothing special or worth mentioning, just got the best grade on the optional homework we got. Can't believe the teacher liked my poem..." 'Poem-?' Megumi thinks as he heard the last words. He maybe didn't even have a clue that the reader was into poetry and/or that they wrote any, so by hearing this he wanted to read it, but overthinking a bit, he decided on not asking them, even though maybe he should have. But it's late, he waited till they fell asleep and then quietly got up from bed to go and look for their exercise book and read it. After he read it, he puts the book on the reader's desk or somewhere else, not minding to put it back to it's actual place because he plans on telling them his opinion, how much they likes it as well and je would be interested in seeing more of their work. Maybeeee the reader confesses that they've been into poetry for a time now and shows Megumi all of the poems they've written while telling Meg' why they like some of their poems and why they have a few problems with some, then there's Megumi reading them with intrest. Maybe Megumi having a soft spot for poetry IDK BUT NOW I JUST REALIZED THAT BY WRITING THIS REQUEST I COULD HAVE EASILY JUST WRITE THE FANFIC ALREADY TT My bad :')

Anyway, catching up with your lates Gojo posts soon!

-Megan🩵

Huggie :3🎀

Megumi Fushiguro X Poet /Artistic Reader

Synopsis: Megumi discovers his partner's talent in writing poems.

a/n: Thank you @megan016 for this request, also CONGRATS for getting the best grade, you did great sweetheart and I'm proud of you 💗. Also I can't wait to read more of your poems and the translated ver. Keep it up. I hope you like this little oneshot tho♡.

Check @megan016 poem here ( I liked it and I had to share it, you are so talented 💌 )

As the soft glow of the TV illuminated the room, you sat in your boyfriend's arms, Megumi. Engrossed in the movie that was displayed in front of you. The atmosphere was light, filled with soft hums as Megumi played with your hair. The rainy weather outside, added to the coziness.

Suddenly, you phone chimed with a notification. Curious, you picked it up, unlocking it to reveal a message from your school,

{ Dear Y/N, Congratulations, your poem received the best grade. We appreciate your hard work. }.

Your eyes scanned the words, a wave of joy and surprise washed over you even though it was an optional homework the fact that your poem that came from your creativity, that each line you wrote carried within it a deeper feeling and meaning got a proper appreciation from your teacher was able to bring you to happy tears.

Your heart swelled with happiness while clutching your phone tightly, Megumi sensed how your body tensed between his arms.

"Love, is everything okay?" he asked.

Realizing that you haven't told him yet about your passion for poetry, you tried to hide your excitement and brush it off,

"Oh, y-yes I'm fine! it's nothing, just my poem got the best grade in class! Can't believe my teacher actually liked it hehe.." you chuckled awkwardly, trying to act normal as if you weren't holding back your tears from how delighted and proud you were.

"Poem?!" Thought Megumi to himself "I didn't know she's into poetry"

"But yeah– it's nothing special, not a big deal tho, it was just an optional homework" you added bringing him back to reality

"Oh.. I see you did great love congrats" said Megumi kissing the top of your head.

He senses how you were avoiding talking about your poem, so he respected it and just congratulated you he was completely oblivious to the whirlwind of emotions you were suppressing he thought you really wasn't that excited. Deep down, Megumi couldn't brush away the curiosity that grew inside of him, he was interested in reading books, poems and articles so having a partner that happened to write poems excited him to the core.

As the night proceeded, you dozed off beside him. Closing your eyelids, swimming in Dreamland. Sleeping nice and sound, feeling protected with the warm presence of Megumi. He watched you as you slept next to him, smiling to himself as your whole hand cutely held his index finger. Your hand size difference has always brought a smile on his face.

Suddenly, his eyes widened when he remembered about the poem, his eyes scanned the room and finally fell on your exercise book that was innocently put on your desk. Too intrigued by the unexpected revelation of your poetic talent, he couldn't resist the urge to delve into your world of words.

Trying to not disturb your beauty slumber he tiptoed to your desk, gently opening the book , carefully flipping the pages until he found your poem of 14 stanzas.

He was too excited to read it, to read between the lines and analyze the deeper meaning it held. Line after line, he found himself utterly captivated by the beauty of your expressions, the smart choice of words, adjectives and the Poetic elegance that adorned your stanzas. It left him completely speechless, realizing that the love of his life is indeed talented and creative.

"And she said it's not a big deal??" he muttered to himself as his eyes shifted back on your sleeping figure.

He wanted to flip the pages to read more of your writings, to check your other copy books but he resisted that urge, respecting your privacy and deciding to wait till morning to ask you properly about your passion for poetry.

He laid down next to you, eager for tomorrow to discuss with you what now happened to be a mutual passion; while you were interested in writing poems, Megumi was interested in reading, them showing that both of you complete each other.

His arms pulled you closer to his body holding you,

"I'm proud of you my love" he said before dozing off.

As the morning light filtered through the curtains, your eyelids fluttered into consciousness. Megumi was already awake, laying on his back, one arm behind his head as his eyes were fixated on the ceiling. As he felt you shifting beside him his gaze turned to you, greeting you with a warm smile.

"Hey sleepyhead, want to tell me about those poems of yours? I had no idea you're poetic genius!!" he exclaimed softly,

You were still half awake, taken by surprise you quickly got into a sitting position,

"You read them??" you asked.

"Not all of them!! only that one in your exercise book! Now I know why it got the best grade" he said enthusiastically.

It was rare for you to see Megumi full of energy early in the morning, so you couldn't help but smile from how much he was interested in your poems. Encouraged by his genuine reaction you started to open up, confessing that you've been into poetry for a while now.

"So? want to show me the rest?" he asked.

Without saying anything, you jumped out of bed. The cold floor touching your bare feet sent shivers down your spine. You quickly grabbed your notebooks and ran back to bed, getting under the warm blanket next to Megumi again, you got closer to him.

"Here they are" you said with a smile.

Anticipating his reactions every time he read one of your poems, the way he read the lines you wrote with passion and care warmed your heart, as if what you write was meant for him to read. The curious expressions drawn on his face whenever he tried to guess the real meaning of your words made you giggle.

After reading most of your poems he engulfed you into a big hug,

"Those poems are amazing Y/n!! I can't wait for more from you. So tell me what inspires you the most? what is your motivation?" he asked too immersed to know more.

A blush painted your cheeks and with a shy smile you answered "Y-you! You do inspire some verses"

"Guess I'm a muse now" he teased playfully trying to hide the fact that he got shy as well.

"Exactly" you giggled.

"What are the difficulties you face while writing though?"

"Most of the time me trying to channel my feelings into words, sometimes certain feelings that I want to write about can't be described by simple words so that's quite a challenge and it takes a lot of effort or sometimes I struggle with motivation even though I do have a lot of accumulated ideas that are waiting to be written" you explained.

You spent the morning cuddled up in your soft bed, sharing ideas and soft random kisses every now and then, exchanging soft touches. Sitting between Megumi's legs as he held your notebooks and continued to loudly read the rest of your poems.

"I love this one Y/n !! Wait is it about us??"

Megumi was too happy to be in that specific moment with you; the moment that definitely inspired you to write another poem that will carry those feelings between both of you forever.

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The next day was a day free of work for Y/N, much to her relief. She hadn't been getting the best sleep lately, her mind troubled by a gut feeling that was rather haunting.

Eyes wide open as she laid down in her bed, her fingers found comfort within the tangles of her warm blanket. Rest should be her priority considering the fact that her mind was still tired regardless of the sleep she had the night before.

But even just lying down at that moment, she felt restless. Like something was wrong. Or rather, something will be wrong.

The lack of knowledge regarding the future caused her uneasiness, snatching her freedom to enjoy her day off in relaxation. Needing a way to rid herself of her baseless worries, she decided there was only one person she could go to. Taking her phone from her bedside table, she scrolled on her screen in search of his contact name.

Are you free? -Y/N

She turned to lay on her back while waiting for his text. Usually, he'd reply almost instantaneously but for some reason, it took him long to reply to her now.

Y/N shrugged it off as maybe he hasn't woken up yet. After all, it was still quite early. But if he was working that day, he'd be up way before her. Making sure that he was indeed having an off day, Y/N decided to call Mr. Yaga.

"Yes, Y/N?" The man answered in a monotoned voice.

"Is Satoru working today?" She hopefully asked.

"No, he is not," he sighed, sounding rather disappointed.

"What's with that tone?" She queried, eyebrows furrowed as though offended.

"Nothing," he replied.

"Oka-"

Before the one-word sentence could even be finished, the call was hung up. Y/N sighed, familiar at the mannerism of the man she considered family.

Checking back on the text, she could see that Satoru hadn't replied yet. She decided that maybe she should just surprise him with some food. Sure in her decision, Y/N began her day by making a small breakfast meal for Satoru.

Once she was ready, she walked towards her car, the prepared meal warm inside the container. She drove to where his apartment was but along the way, she saw a small cafe that brought back memories of her youth.

She remembered a day when the day had begun pouring and she saw a figure walking on the school's courtyard towards the gate, her eyes recognizing that person as...

❣

...Suguru, wait for me!" Y/N ran faster towards the dark-haired teen, her bag perched on the top of her head to avoid the raindrops from drenching her completely. "Where are you going?' She panted upon reaching her friend.

"Satoru found a new cafe he wants to try," Suguru smiled. "Where's Shoko?"

"Home to visit her parents," Y/N answered before calmly walking alongside Suguru.

"I see," he hummed, throwing an arm around Y/N's shoulders. "You wanna join us? I bet Satoru would be very pleased," he teased in a sing-song tone.

"Huh?" She gaped, eyes wide as her cheeks blushed. "I wouldn't want to disturb you both," she politely answered.

"Nonsense," Suguru laughed, leading her towards the gate.

The two walked on the streets of Tokyo, an umbrella in hand to shield them both from the falling raindrops. The weekend streets were full of people, both tourists and locals scouring the shops alike.

The business in the crowds that wandered the roads brought a sense of joy to Y/N, seeing all kinds of people doing something that connected them to the world. She had always had a liking to the activity of people watching.

"You're late," Satoru huffed, standing outside a small cafe with an umbrella in his hand. "Oh, hey angel," he softened upon seeing Y/N's figure next to Suguru's tall body. "Didn't know you'd be joining us."

"I bumped into Suguru and he invited me. I hope that's okay," she shyly answered, still not being all that used to the boys since they had only known each other for a few weeks.

"Of course it is, angel," Satoru chirped happily. "Everything's better when you're here," he lowered down his sunglasses to send her a flirty wink, the action causing Y/N's face to turn redder in addition to the cold weather.

Since their first interaction, Y/N had noticed Satoru's flirtatious advances towards her. Having no experience beforehand, Y/N had no idea what to do nor what to say in such situations, leaving her a flustered mess when Satoru would shower her with romantic nicknames and remarks.

Y/N had never had anyone tell her things like how pretty she looked, how nice her eyes are, how sweet her smile is, and so on. So when Satoru had constantly let her know such things, she couldn't help but grow some sort of infatuation with the boy.

But even after the few weeks of knowing him, Y/N knew his advances most likely meant nothing more than just flirtatious marks. In the few times they had hung out so far, Y/N had noticed Satoru's cocky behavior with women.

A flirt, a player with a smile that could light up one's world of darkness with eyes of the sky that only aided in such phenomena.

"Just coffee, please," Y/N smiled politely.

"You sure you don't want anything else?" Suguru concerned.

"Yeah, I'm not hungry," the girl answered.

"Just get something, it'll be fun," he shrugged, sending her a comforting smile.

"I don't want to trouble-"

"Y/N, for the millionth time, you're not troubling us," Satoru groaned exasperatedly. "Please get something more fun than just 'coffee'," he air-quoted the last word, making a rather displeased face at the mention of the beverage.

"I like coffee," Y/N mumbled under her breath.

"Sorry," he sighed. "But please, get something else, too. I beg you," he dramatically requested, his palms pressed against each other in a praying motion.

"If you insist," she sighed, sending him a warm smile in contrast to the cold weather that loomed the weather outside. "I'll have a cheesecake."

"Hmm, I love cheesecakes! I'll have one, too!" Satoru clapped happily. "But then, it'll be too much, wouldn't it," he hummed quietly though not quite enough as his friends heard him well.

"We can just share," Y/N perked up. "It's not like I really wanted to eat," she added to encourage his decision.

"Hmm," he thought loudly, eyes squinted behind his lowered sunglasses. "No," he quickly disregarded. "But can we share a milkshake?"

"O-Oh?" Y/N gaped, taken aback by the sudden question.

"Chocolate or strawberry?" He wondered loudly, eyes scanning the menu.

Y/N wasn't sure what to answer. She didn't want to deny him since she herself liked milkshakes, too. But she wasn't sure if she could take it. So really, she was ready to decline his not-much-of-an-offer offer.

However, she felt a hand on her knee from her left, her attention gained. She turned her head to Suguru, feeling his hand leave her knee while his head subtly shook, as though discouraging her decision as if he knew what she was thinking of. And he probably did.

Aren't I the one who can read minds?

The thought made Y/N smile softly, a little entertained by it. Still, she believed in his judgment. Turning her head back to meet Satoru's eyes, she nodded in agreement to his 'offer'.

Answering that she'd prefer a strawberry milkshake as opposed to chocolate, they proceeded to order a glass of it in addition to their long list of orders.

"Ahhh, I'm so full!" Satoru yawned, long arms stretching over the back of his head.

"I'd be surprised if you weren't," Y/N giggled, taking the last sip of her coffee as her eyes twinkled over the mug's rim, the sight absolutely appealing to Satoru.

"We should come here again sometime," Satoru leaned closer to her. His eyes wandered the cafe for Suguru who had excused himself to the bathroom earlier. "Maybe next time just us two," he whispered.

"What about Suguru?" Y/N giggled, red blush already making an appearance.

"He can come too, I guess," Satoru jokingly rolled his eyes, slouching back against his seat, his demeanor causing Y/N to burst into laughter that settled by having her lips form a warm...

❣

...smile of reminiscence. Feeling nostalgic, Y/N decided to put her car in a parking spot nearby the small cafe. She got out, her purse in hand as she made her way into the store. The entrance bell rang, caused by the door opening.

She was welcomed by the worker greeting her. A smile was plastered on both the worker and Y/N's faces. Deciding that the most suitable thing there for Satoru in the morning was a cheesecake, Y/N got two slices.

Y/N was walking back towards her car when she saw the store that had just opened. It was an eyewear store. Realizing that she had time to spare, Y/N decided to head in.

He hasn't had a new pair in a while since he has the blindfold now.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" One of the workers inquired.

"Where are the darkest sunglasses you have?" She asked politely.

"Over here," he replied, guiding her towards the items she was looking for.

After some time of browsing through the store, Y/N decided on a pair of sunglasses that she thought Satoru would appreciate. Muttering her thanks to the cashier, Y/N got back to the path towards Satoru's apartment.

Once she was there, the guard who easily recognized Y/N, let her in through the gate. She used the elevator to Satoru's apartment level. Upon reaching his door, she rang the bell, silence greeting her first approach.

Pursing her lips, Y/N rang a second time, this action finally receiving her an opened door. Her eyes were met with Satoru's figure at the slightly opened door.

His upper body was revealed, toned muscles and scars opened to the eyes. His white hair was that of an icy snow mess, blue eyes droopy while his luscious lips hung in a high smirk.

Beads of sweat clouded his forehead. The background of his living room was covered by his body. His eyes immediately opened in a wide shocked expression at the sight of the woman in front of him.

"Y-Y/N?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt y-you," she gulped, eyes just as wide at the not that unfamiliar sight.

But still, she would always find herself at a loss of words every time she had seen him without a shirt. Even at the age of 28, Y/N was still left a blushing mess.

"N-No- It's just- I- What are you doing here?" He stammered, a look that resembled guilt flooding both his moves and words.

"Well, I-"

"Who's that, Toru?" A voice was heard from inside the house.

"Just a sec," he replied rather coldly, throwing a glance over his shoulder.

Of course.

He had a rough night, it only made sense that he'd find someone.

But why couldn't he find me?

Why did he have to go find someone else when he's going through something?

Why can't he just talk to me?

"I see you're busy," Y/N pursed her lips, unable to hide the bitterness within her words. "I just came over to give you some breakfast. Here," she coldly said, shoving the bags in his chest, the small hair of his body tickling her knuckles and she wished she could feel them more, feel them better. "I'll leave you to it."

Just as Y/N turned to leave, she felt Satoru grip her wrist, slightly pulling her back. "Y/N, wait. I didn't know you were coming over," he sighed.

"It's fine, Toru. I don't care," she shook her head but Satoru knew she was lying.

He didn't know why she was upset but he knew she was. She had never really been a good liar.

"I texted you but you didn't reply. I guess I know why now. Sorry to disturb your morning," she huffed, pulling away from his weak hold.

Y/N had no idea why she was so upset. But then again, she knew exactly why. And she knew the feeling that was brewing wildly within her stomach.

It was easily recognizable after years of feeling it. After all, jealousy was not exactly an alien feeling. But Satoru was able to make Y/N feel things far worse than jealousy.

She always wondered why it was that he never seemed to actually make a move on her despite all the flirting she endured from him.

Was it because he thought she wasn't pretty?

Was he just being flirty with her because he was bored and she was there?

Did he just not find her attractive?

All of it made sense to Y/N.

After all, he was Satoru Gojo and she was just her.

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